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A Spindle a Darkness a Fever and a Necklace
Bright Eyes Lyrics


(Alright)
"So long everything" he shouted
Then he ran next door to Margot's house (Margot's)
"I'm moving" he said
"Where?" asked Margot
"Two weeks away"
"Two weeks away?" He said
"Mitchell, where is that?" Asked Margot (Mitchell)
"It's everywhere, I will be after I walk for two weeks" said Mitchell
"I have lived in the same place for a long time
It is time for me to go someplace, east"
"Else"
"No, " said Margot, "You have only lived next door for fifty years"
"Sixty, " said Mitchell
"Fifty, sixty. What's the difference?" Said Margot (what's the difference)
"I want you to stay next door forever"
"I can't, " said Mitchell"
"I do not want to go wake up in the same old bed "
"And eat breakfast in the same old kitchen
Every room in my house is the same old room, because I have lived there too long"

You turn on a spindle
You're so much looser now
But you're not explaining how
You gained such new repose

I touch the clasp of your locket
With its picture held
Some secret you wouldn't tell
But let it choke your neck

So we imagine a darkness
Where all shapes divide
Solids changing into light
With a burst of heat so bright

Well fine, don't you do what I want you to
Don't degrade yourself the way I do
Because you don't depend upon all the shit that I use
To make my moods improve

"And you look at me and think, same old face, same old tail
Same old scales, same old walk, same old talk" said Margot
"No, " said Mitchell, "I like your face, tail
Scales, walk and talk. I like you"
"I like, like, like you too, " said Mitchell
He walked through the door
"I must pack" he said

Near a sea of pianos
There were waves of chords
That crashed against the shore
In one huge and useless roar

And there were girls bringing water
Like a dream they came
To cool the fever of my brain
And soothe my burning throat

And they made me a necklace
Hanging beads of sweat
On a string of my regrets
And they placed it 'round my neck

And they were singing
"Don't you do what you've wanted to"
"Yeah, don't destroy yourself
Like those cowards do"
"Maybe the sun keeps coming up
Because it has gotten used to you
And your constant need for proof"

Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Conor Oberst

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O SOL E A LUA

So long everything!" he shouted
Then he ran next door to Margot's house
"I'm moving, " he said
"Where?" asked Margot
"Two weeks away, " he said
"Mitchell, where is that?" asked Margot
"It's everywhere I will be after I walk for two weeks, " said Mitchell, "I have lived in the same place for a long time, it is time for me to go someplace else"
"No, " said Margot, "You have only lived next door for fifty years"
"Sixty, " said Mitchell
"Fifty, sixty. What's the difference?" said Margot, "I want you to stay next door forever"
"I can't, " said Mitchell, " I do not want to go wake up in the same old bed and eat breakfast in the same old kitchen. Every room in my house is the same old room, because I have lived there too long"
This is written on my sketchbook/diary



Jeane Guillen

"So long everything!" he shouted
Then he ran next door to Margot's house
"I'm moving, " he said
"Where?" asked Margot
"Two weeks away, " he said
"Mitchell, where is that?" asked Margot
"It's everywhere I will be after I walk for two weeks, " said Mitchell, "I have lived in the same place for a long time, it is time for me to go someplace else"
"No, " said Margot, "You have only lived next door for fifty years"
"Sixty, " said Mitchell
"Fifty, sixty. What's the difference?" said Margot, "I want you to stay next door forever"
"I can't, " said Mitchell, " I do not want to go wake up in the same old bed and eat breakfast in the same old kitchen. Every room in my house is the same old room, because I have lived there too long"
You turn on a spindle
You are so much looser now
But you're not explaining how
You gained such new repose
I touch the clasp of your locket
With its picture held
Some secret you wouldn't tell
But let it choke your neck
So we imagine a darkness
Where all shapes divide
Solids changing into light
With a burst of heat so bright
Well fine, don't you do what I want you to
Don't degrade yourself the way I do
Because you don't depend on all the shit
That I use to make my moods improve
"And you look at me and think, same old face, same old tail, same old scales, same old walk, same old talk, " said Margot
"No, " said Mitchell, "I like your face, tail, scales, walk and talk. I like you"
"I like, like, like you"
"I like, like, like you too, " said Mitchell
He walked through the door
"I must pack, " he said
Near a sea of pianos
There were waves of chords
That crashed against the shore
In one huge and useless roar
And there were girls bringing water
Like a dream they came
To cure the fever of my brain
And soothe my burning throat
And they made me a necklace
Hanging beads of sweat
On a string of my regrets
And placed it around my neck
And they were singing
"Don't you do what you've wanted to
Yeah, don't destroy yourself
Like those cowards do
And maybe the sun keeps coming up
Because it has gotten used to you
And your constant need for proof"



All comments from YouTube:

xxALLIEALLIExx

I wish everyone knew about Bright Eyes. Then the whole world would cry.

Veloci Roger

His music has really helped me with my recovery. Especially his later stuff. Bless the Conor.

Gouache & Ink

Yeah

deathislife

I love most of Bright Eye's stuff, but this song is probably one of the most beautiful ones.

Bryan T

This album got me through some really tough times in my life. I occasionally come back for a listen when I'm feeling blue. Not into much of their other stuff.

M G

I Still am in 22

Vicky Zamora

Do you happen to like Circa survive? 😬

John

Oberst has stated, in the liner notes to the Noise Floor compilation album, that the purpose of these unusual audio clips at the beginning of his albums is a “tradition [the band] started to ward off casual listeners.”

Alex Ramos

In other words he's overly pretentious and his band blew up into the mainstream anyways.

Sematary Enthusiast

Holy Bageebus Are the clips from recordings of his personal life?

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